Chapter 183.
"Use that technique!" Tang San exclaimed, his heart pounding as he struggled to keep up with the opponent's lightning-fast speed.
Faced with such unmatched velocity, there seemed to be no chance to offer a reminder. Against absolute speed, only absolute defense could suffice to withstand the opponent's relentless onslaught.
Yet, the opponent's power was as formidable as his speed. Could this be the agility of a Soul Emperor skilled in agility at a level surpassing sixty? How could he move with such astonishing swiftness?
It seemed incredulous... Clearly, he hadn't even unleashed his martial soul or soul ring yet!
Such relentless momentum was unfathomable.
"Blue Silver Grass!" Tang San commanded urgently, clenching his fist. In an instant, the countless strands of blue silver grass he had meticulously prepared intertwined in the air, forming massive net-like cages that loomed before them all.
The opponent's speed was too overwhelming, this makeshift terrain was the only hope to impede his advance.
Furthermore, the opponent's white robe stood out starkly against the darkness, making him an easier target but also aiding in defense against them.
This was a crucial help for Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes to discern the opponent's silhouette. If the opponent remained entirely in the dark, blending in with the night, it would be even more challenging to face him. With the sky adorned with Blue Silver Grass, the only way for the opponent to attack would be to sever the strands. Tang San could then instantly pinpoint his position and prepare for defense or counterattack accordingly.
However, employing Blue Silver Grass in this manner drained his soul power excessively. At that moment, the massive net of blue silver grass in one direction swiftly disintegrated.
"Got you!" Tang San exclaimed, locking his gaze on the spot where a white figure had sliced through the blue silver grass net he had meticulously crafted at fast speed.
"Phoenix FireWall!" Ma Hongjun bellowed, unleashing a pillar of fire toward the assailant's direction. Within the entanglement of the blue silver grass web, movement was greatly impeded, forcing the adversary to cut through the strands before advancing, lest they become ensnared.
The pillar of fire swiftly surged in that direction, igniting the Blue Silver Grass in its path.
"White Tiger Meteor Shower!" Dai Mubai also rose to his feet, a surge of power emanating from his body as numerous golden specks of light materialized around him. With a resounding roar, he also propelled himself toward the flames direction unleashing his newly acquired fourth soul ability.
This was his fourth spirit ability, a formidable area of effect attack. Each gleaming speck possessed nearly all of his own strength, collectively overwhelming the enemy. Seeing the opponent was ensnared and trapped, allowed Dai Mubai to unleash the full extent of this soul ability.
A barrage of luminous projectiles, resembling a fiery onslaught, converged on the fiery target. The resulting explosions and blazing inferno left no corner untouched, piercing the darkness and illuminating the night sky.
"Quickly, have some grilled sausage..." Oscar tossed a few sausages to his companions. Such powerful moves exacted a heavy toll on their stamina.
"Is he okay? Boss Dai's White Tiger Meteor Shower had intensified the flames of Ma Hongjun, amplifying its destructive force!" Xiao Wu panted, eyeing the scene ahead with suspicion.
Zhu Zhuqing also approached from a distance, her expression grave as she observed the scene. The synergy among these three individuals was devised by Tang San specifically to combat adversaries of such incredible speed.
Against such foes, a single attack proved futile as they were nearly impossible to strike. Their overwhelming velocity rendered any individual soul ability ineffective. Zhu Zhuqing's earlier attempt resulted in her only touching an afterimage before being sent hurtling backward with a single blow. Even Xiao Wu's teleportation skill, if she had used it, would likely be outpaced by the opponent's speed.
It was evident that this unique strategy was the only viable option. Tang San initiated the plan by using his Blue Silver Grass net to discern the opponent's approximate location. Then, he created a vast area of flames, amplified by the White Tiger Meteor Shower, engulfing their surroundings in explosive chaos.
However, a faint sense of unease nagged at Tang San as he surveyed the scene. Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed from behind them.
"What are you staring at?" The voice sliced through the air, and almost instantly, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances materialized behind him. Countless strands of blue silver grass surged toward the back in a frantic attempt to escape, while the others dispersed without even a backward glance. The terror was palpable.
"[Slow World]!" the mysterious man muttered, and in the next moment, it was as if he had entered a realm where time and space solidified. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as the movements of the seven people seemed to slow down to standstill.
With an evil grin, he leisurely approached, effortlessly intercepting the oncoming blue silver grass aimed at Ning Rongrong. He then sauntered over to Oscar, snatching the two mushroom sausages the latter was about to consume and playfully inserting them into his own nose. In one fluid motion, he forced Ma Hongjun downward, grazing one of Tang San's Eight Spider Lances.
Simultaneously, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing found their feet trapped by the blue silver grass. All of this unfolded in the blink of an eye.
In this altered [Slow World] state, his perception of physical movements had been heightened immenselly, effectively making it seem that the opponent's body had stopped in time. However, this feat demanded exceptional physical prowess to act on the perceived heightened state, otherwise, just entering entry into this state would not matter if his reaction speed and physical movement can't keep with his perception.
This was his greatest accomplishment from the past six months of combat against Er Ming in the Star Dou Forest, mastering the [Slow World] technique.
As the [Slow World] dissolved, reality swiftly resumed. Ning Rongrong found herself tightly bound by Blue Silver Grass, resembling a large dumpling. Oscar's face flushed red as he tried to quickly remove the mushroom sausages from his nose, gasping for breath. Ma Hongjun let out a cry of pain as Tang San's Eight Spider Lances once again sliced a wound on his arm.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Zhu Zhuqing found themselves also suddenly immobilized by the entangling of the blue silver grass, leaving the group in disarray. Only Tang San managed to maintain his footing, albeit with a bewildered expression.
The four onlookers also gasped in astonishment.
"This is..." Liu Erlong began, her anger dissipating as she stared in disbelief. It was as if the white figure had transformed into a streak of light, effortlessly weaving among the seven combatants.
"It's the speed... he's way too fast!" Flander remarked solemnly.
"The sequence of actions was completed almost instantaneously, causing them to inadvertently attack each other! Is this some sort of specialized soul ability? I recall Dugu Bo possessing a similar time-solidifying soul ability, but that was his eighth soul skill."
"No, the time didn't freeze just now... It was his speed that was too fast!" Liu Erlong countered, shaking her head. "If it were a time-freezing soul skill of that magnitude, we would have managed to sense it. But there was no such sensation."
"This seems more like a pure speed….." Liu Erlong thought. Among the three, she possessed the most extensive combat experience. Though she could vaguely comprehend this unique situation, it remained somewhat elusive even to her.
All of them were grappling with confusion, including Tang San himself.
As they regained their composure...
"Brother, how did your blue silver grass ensnare me?"
"Tang San, why did your Eight Spider Lances again attack me? It's so excruciating painful!"
"Who shoved mushroom sausages up my nose?"
"Brother, why did you entangle me and Zhu Zhuqing's feet with the blue silver grass?"
Tang San stared in disbelief at the figures standing few meters ahead of them, a bewildered expression crossing his face. Was there a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth? What had just transpired?
Then, a realization dawned on him, and he turned his gaze towards the graceful figure standing elegantly on the blue silver grass in the distance.
"Your cooperation was remarkably seamless, but it's still lacking. Although you didn't lay a finger on me, I'll hand over the two soul beasts to you! But next time won't be so easy... hahaha," Tang San muttered to himself, his words carrying a hint of determination.
In a sudden blur, the white figure vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.
Moments later, as the group slowly regained their bearings, Tang San swiftly extracted the venom from Ma Hongjun's wounds caused by the Eight Spider Lances.
"What just happened?" Ma Hongjun muttered, confusion etched on his face. "How did I end up impaled on Tang San's Eight Spider Lances in the blink of an eye?"
"And why was I also ensnared by blue silver grass?" Ning Rongrong added, her frustration palpable.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Dai Mubai approached, their expressions equally perplexed.
Tang San's voice cut through the silence. "The Soul Emperor altered our positions just now. He appeared behind us suddenly, likely utilizing a special soul ability that grants him lightning-fast speed and reaction speed. And instantly altered our physical states, resulting in this outcome..."
His words hung in the air, leaving everyone stunned.
"When there's a significant gap in speed and perception between us, to him, we might have been practically immobile," Zhu Zhuqing murmured, as if grasping the concept. "I also felt that way when I tried to attack him earlier."
"Yes, that's exactly it," Tang San affirmed, shaking his head. "The disparity in our strength and speed is glaring... How can a Soul Emperor specializing in agility attacks be so extraordinary? Unless he possesses some mutated, specialized martial soul, he also likely evaded Fatty's Phoenix FireWire and the blue silver grass net I weaved, vanishing into the darkness behind us..."
A shiver ran down everyone's spine at the thought.
Flender interjected, breaking the tense silence. "Grandmaster, who is your acquaintance? What kind of martial soul does he possess?"
Tang San couldn't resist probing further. "I've never encountered anything like this... You mentioned he's a Soul Emperor, yet I haven't witnessed him utilizing his martial soul. Not even his soul ring."
The Grandmaster remained silent, offering no response.
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